Reminder

A Poem and Original Photograph by Bobby P.

I once saw a man who held onto the past

One night in Connecticut, out in front of

the office, a green door that distinctly smells 

Of ink: things written down, not for himself, 

But for other people to read.

I smiled, very hard, as he looked

Like someone I used to know from behind,  years ago, 

but when I called out his name, I realized I was 

All alone.